Weekend Fun

We started school this past week, and while I absolutely love my new kinder babies, it is fair to say we were all ready for the weekend. Last night we went to one of our favorite places in Qatar thus far, Souq Waqif (the outside market). In honor of our sweet Persian friend’s birthday, we went to an amazing Iranian restaurant where we had a 3 course meal for a little less than $20 a person! This place did not lack in detail, as very little does here, and the food was delicious. We started off with a yogurt soup, basically the cucumber sauce they put in gyros back home, to dip bread and vegetables in. After eating our lamb and fish kabobs, we tried a very interesting dessert. We aren’t sure what the white “noodle” looking things are, but they are super sweet and are soaked in rose water. The ice cream was pistachio and saffron. Very different.

Besides wandering around the malls and market we haven’t had a whole lot of time to really explore. Today we took off for the beach and sand dunes. Everything is obviously very beige and can seem a little bland some times,IMG_3319 especially after living in Costa Rica and Tennessee, but once you get out of the city just a little, the dunes and water do not disappoint. Best part of it was that we didn’t even sweat and it was still 106 out at sunset! The humidity the past two weeks has been fading and the words, “It actually feels nice,” came out of our mouths.

We also did something a little different and are hoping for the best. When we were taking at least 3 showers a day in August because it was so humid, we decided it was time to get some linen pants made. We bought some fabric at the market and found a tailor today who is making our pants for 50 riyal or about $13. I have no idea how this is going to turn out, and I’m guessing they don’t see too many white folks walking in since he didn’t think it was necessary to even get my name. Sunday we should have some new linen pantalones!

Expect the Unexpected

Yesterday we moved from our hotel to temporary housing. When you move to another country, the number one rule of thumb is to be flexible and to expect the unexpected. Originally we were going to move to an apartment near the school in Al Walkra, but for now there has been a slight change in plans. This year alone over 50,000 people are moving to Al Walkra to help expand the new airport. Needless to say, there isn’t enough housing for all of us to move at once. Families with kids are moving in to the original apartment Saturday, but we decided to stay behind in Doha for a little longer. We met some new friends from our school, and it didn’t take long for them to convince us to stay with them here in the big city. We will be here for at least a month. It’s a rough life… :)

We also got to visit the school yesterday. It was both exciting and a little overwhelming. We are helping start a brand new school, and by brand new I mean there is only a building with absolutely nothing in it. Starting Sunday (the work week here is Sunday-Thursday because holy day is on Friday) we will start working. We have at least 1,700 boxes of furniture and supplies to unpack and sort. Did I mention we only have two weeks before school starts?!!?? Our paid vacation will soon be over, but we are more than ready for the challenge. Founding teachers of Vision International School…how cool is that. :)

 

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“Somos Ticos!”

After coming back home from Mal Pais for another couple of days, we packed our bags for our first international excursion – to Bocas del Toro, Panama.  Bocas is an archipelago in northeast Panama.  We first drove to the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica and spent a night in Puerto Viejo before crossing the border early the next morning.  We’d done our research on the border crossing; it seems some have had it easy, others have had nightmare experiences.  Fortunately, ours was pretty simple.  We drove to the Costa Rican side, Sixaola, and parked at a long-term parking lot for eight bucks a day.  From there we walked to the tiny immigration office, filled out our paperwork, got our passport stamped, and began the somewhat nerve-wracking walk across the bridge connecting the two countries.  The bridge is an old railroad bridge that is in dire need of repairs – there are plenty of holes big enough to slip all the way through. On the other side, we had to go through Panamanian immigration and customs.  In Panama, like Costa Rica, you have to show proof that you are leaving the country in the form of a bus, boat, or plane ticket.  We didn’t have any of those because we drove to the border.  We’d read that they would also accept a receipt from the long-term parking lot.  When I showed my receipt, however, I was promptly told that this was only for Ticos.  I haven’t crossed many borders in my life, but I think it is fair for me to go ahead and say that in general, border patrol/customs agents are not very friendly people, nor do they have much of a sense of humor.  This Panamanian was no exception.  I promptly replied with a smile, “Somos Ticos!” (“We are Costa Ricans!”)  He didn’t find that the least bit humorous as he just held up my USA passport and stared at me expressionlessly.  I went on to explain that we live in Costa Rica and have applied for our visas, etc.  Begrudgingly, he let us through without buying bus tickets out.

Next was a quick stop in customs then into a taxi with three other travellers.  For $10 a person, we took an hour ride to Almirante where we then bought ferry tickets for $3.50 a piece to Isla Colon, the main island in Bocas del Toro.  The highlight of the taxi ride for Torie was seeing a man walking down the road with half a cow thrown over his shoulder.

Home near the ferry in Almirante

Home near the ferry in Almirante

“Half a cow” is not a hyperbole for a man carrying a lot of beef – the man was literally carrying half (yes, just recently sliced in half) of a cow on his shoulders.   The highlight for me was not seeing this man and his half of a cow. The ferry was a smooth and more scenic (in the traditional sense) ride to Bocas Town, then another boat taxi ($1 each) to the island next door where we would be staying for the next three nights. Bocas del Toro is an absolutely amazing place; it is what you think of when you picture Caribbean Islands.  The waters were unbelievably clear and filled with brightly colored fish, coral, and starfish.  Our most eventful day in Bocas was the day we went on a boat tour with two other couples staying at our same hotel.  Our boat captain Leroy picked us up at 8:30 and first took us toward Dolphin Bay, but we never got there because we came across the dolphins before we reached their usual home in the bay. A few pictures of the dolphins, and it was off to a few snorkeling spots and a lunch break in between.  The snorkeling was great- quite a bit better than anything we’ve seen in Costa Rica.  IMG_1459The vibrant reefs and clear, calm waters made for perfect conditions.  We finished the tour with a trip to the beach and some more photo opportunities of sloths hanging in the trees of an uninhabited island.  We made it back to the hotel  around 4:30 – not a bad tour for $20 each.

We had a great trip for many reasons.  The obvious ones being the new, beautiful landscape, wildlife, etc.  Another great part of our trip, however, was the people whom we were with.  Our guide was interesting enough, but he became even more entertaining the more beer he had throughout the day.

Starfish

Starfish

He was a guy who’d seen and done much in his life, including being a tour guide and working for the massive Chiquita banana farm that surrounds the Costa Rica-Panama border on the Caribbean coast.  He had all kinds of great stories about both tourists he’d met and about his own life and family.  We also got to know the other people on our trip, who were staying at our hotel.  Being on vacation in a place that attracts so many travellers creates a unique atmosphere.  How often if you were on vacation in the U.S. would you meet four strangers in your hotel and go on a daylong excursion with them the following morning?  One of the highlights of travelling for us is getting to meet both locals and other travellers.

Overall, our vacation has been everything we’d hoped it would be.  We got to see not only what is sure to be one of the most scenic places in the world for beach lovers, but also a whole new culture and way of life.  Costa Rica is clearly different from the USA, but Panama is so much different from most of Costa Rica – even the little we saw of it.  We’ve seen extreme poverty in Costa Rica, but not nearly on the scale we saw it in Panama.  It was a constant reminder of how fortunate we are and of how we need to find ways to make the most out of the gifts we’ve been given in life by helping others.

The past month has been remarkable, but I have to say, it feels good to be “home” again.  I am not sure when it happened, but somewhere in the last couple of months we’ve gotten very comfortable here in our new home and new life.  Not so comfortable that it will become a permanent option for us, but comfortable enough that we look forward to coming back here to relax and recharge after being out and about for weeks on end.

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Red frogs on Red Frog Beach

Red frogs on Red Frog Beach

The Southern Nicoya Peninsula, Costa Rica

December 17th was the last day of the first semester of school for us.  Since the weather is so perfect here right now, our school has a bit of an extended break for the holidays.  We’ve had a month off of work, and we have taken full advantage of our first extended vacation.  We boarded a plane for the States the 18th and spent a week in Nashville and a week in Indiana.  We’d been out of the country for about five months, and it was a bit of a strange feeling being back home after that much time.  The biggest adjustment came on the roads – we actually had to stop at all red lights and stop signs, pass only in designated areas, and wait until the light turned green.  I had to actually remind myself not to swerve around slow cars in residential areas on two lane roads.  Making the long drive to Indiana, however, was so easy! Driving 75 mph on highways that were sometimes three or four lanes wide! I felt like I was Jerry on the episode of Seinfeld when Kramer paints over the lines to make the lanes wider.  It was also nice to get some good beef and Southern cooking!  We spent as much time as possible with friends and family, but the two weeks seemed to go by way too fast.  It felt like no time before we were boarding the plane back to San Jose.

A couple of days after getting back we were on the move again – this time to the Southern Nicoya Peninsula and the towns of Santa Teresa, Mal Pais, and Montezuma.

The roads in this region are notoriously horrendous even for Central American standards, so the easiest way to get there is by a ferry that leaves Puntarenas, a port town on the Central Pacific.  It was just under a two-hour drive to Puntarenas, an hour ferry to Pacquera, and a rough two-hour drive to Santa Teresa where our vacation rental was.

Ferry from Puntarenas

Ferry from Puntarenas

The roads in the area lived up to their reputation and then some.  Granted our car has a bit of a shake and a rattle on the best of roads, but this was in a different ball park than our driving experiences in the Central Valley.  You know the cartoons when someone is driving a car and it falls apart, and the driver is left holding the steering wheel as the rest of the car falls to the ground? I was sure that was going to happen at any moment on the rutted out gravel that leads to Santa Teresa and Mal Pais.  The roads didn’t improve much in town – no pavement, no gravel, just dust. This was a trip on which we were fortunate to have bought a car with four-wheel drive, which was necessary to even make it up the “road” to our cabin.  The view from our house to the water below was worth the off-roading, though.

View from our house in Santa Teresa

View from our house in Santa Teresa

All of the area was worth the somewhat difficult traveling.  The lack of good roads has kept development to somewhat of a minimum in the area.  There are plenty of small hotels/hostels, restaurants, and surf shops,  but there is little else – a nice change from the crowded streets of the Central Valley. Like many of the small beach towns here, there are no chain restaurants or hotels.  Maybe our best dining was at a small soda that was set up in front of a house just down the road from our house.  The owners built a makeshift wall in front of their house and built a small restaurant in their front yard.  We were the only people eating there, and I guess out of a courtesy to us, the son of the family who served as busboy and DJ changed the music.  The Spanish music stopped and then we heard the familiar sounds of Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, and George Strait.  As I looked up as “I’ve Been Everywhere” started playing, the boy looked back with a grin across his face.  It was perfect timing to hear a little bit of home after feeling like we had to leave the States too soon the week before.

Mal Pais and Santa Teresa are on the western side of the peninsula while Montezuma lies on the eastern side.  We’d heard about an impressive waterfall in Montezuma so we decided to make a day trip over and check it out. Since we’ve been here we’ve seen tons of pictures of waterfalls, and we’ve been itching to get to one.

Montezuma Waterfall

Montezuma Waterfall

Montezuma’s didn’t disappoint.  The waterfall was an awesome sight to see, and the cool water in the pool below offered a nice reprieve from the heat.  Many times in Costa Rica we have found secluded places to enjoy nature in solitude – not here.  The falls in Montezuma were more of international watering holes from backpackers from all over the world.  Really, the whole area, both sides of the peninsula, was somewhat of a hippie haven.  Everywhere you looked were dreadlocks and tattoos. I don’t know what caused this area to become labeled as the “it” place for young backpackers, but somehow it did, and they flock there.  It’s definitely not a knock on the area because the hippies don’t bother anyone, but it is interesting because the area is pretty tough to get to.  The guidebooks all rave about the “laid-back vibe” of the area, but we haven’t found many beaches around that aren’t laid-back.

Another interesting side-trip we took was to Cabuya Island, near Montezuma.  Later in the month we visited beautiful tropical islands on the Caribbean coast of Panama with crystal clear water and colorful, life-filled reefs.

Cabuya Island

Cabuya Island

Cabuya Island is nothing like that.  This island, accessible by foot at low tide, is a cemetery for the local people of Cabuya.  I don’t think there are too many island cemeteries that you can walk to across a natural land bridge at low tide, so it was something we decided to check out.  It was truly an eerie trip, even in the middle of the day.  Because fishing is prevalent in the area, it looks as if the ocean has dried up revealing a rocky barren landscape with fish carcasses strewn about, being feasted upon by hoards of buzzards.

On the walk to Island Cabuya

On the walk to Island Cabuya

It wasn’t the kind of place we expected to see on vacation in Costa Rica, but it was a unique experience that I don’t think we will soon forget. I’m usually the last person who wants to go check out a cemetery, but this is one I’m glad I visited.

Overall, it was a great trip.  The house we rented was perfect, the beaches were awesome, we got a couple of chances to snorkel, and we saw some new sites that we haven’t had the opportunity to see in Costa Rica yet.  I don’t think we would stay in Santa Teresa again, though.  It’s not that we didn’t like the town because we did, but it would be much easier to stay in Montezuma which is much closer to the ferry, and, therefore, a much easier trip from the Central Valley.  Be sure to check back in the next few days for a blog on our trip to Bocas del Toro, Panama!

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